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sammie notez - xxx lyrics

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[intro: [sammie notez]
okay i might just be the illest still alive
i rip flows, make beats part time
pop that p-ssy, pop a pill, do a line
that p-ssy good i can f-ck you all the time
[repeat]

[verse 1: sammie notez]

bow down, riding around, b-ss loud
my bandwagon so full it caught a flat
i think we hot now

this that i dropped out of college sh-t
f-ck that i ain’t going back
they got me for 30k
told my crew i’d triple that

if i get in that p-ssy its never gone be the same
if i f-ck a set of twins do it count as the same thing
if her friends ain’t down for mine don’t know why the f-ck they’re invited
party all out in the burbs where the skinny b-tches on diets

whats that brand my n-gga ?
thats just tommy hilfiger
what year thats from ?
like 99
how much it cost?
like 109
thats your b-tch ?
aww ain’t she fine, that -ss fat i hit from behind
go to dinner, order fish, my white b-tch drinks up all the whine

my b-tch don’t know how to act
she arch her back i taught her that
i f-cked his girl, gave her back
karma i ainlt scared of that

god flow, praise the lord
after that jesus chain
and my favorite b-tches don’t even talk like americans

[hook: sammie notez]

okay i might just be the illest still alive
i rip flows, make beats part time
pop that p-ssy, pop a pill, do a line
that p-ssy good i can f-ck you all the time

i give my stuck up b-tch rough s-x
i make my out of town hoes throw neck
i keep an out of line b-tch in check
i tell my shortie pop that p-ssy
tripple x, tripple x, tripple x

[verse 2: sammie notez]

all of you n-ggas just imitate sh-t that your never going to be
i worked on my flow now the only thing higher is g.o.d
its p-ssy on p-ssy my n-gga, we call that sh-t p.o.p
you can’t hold your liquor my n-gga well f-ck its more for me

i dream of m-ssages and minajs’ in that order
eating food i can’t pr-nounce
buying cars from across the border

buying furs, mink rugs
white b-tches on hard drugs in that hotel
say she’s in love with her boyfriend
oh well

what’s a religion when you make it to the highest height ?
and whats a b-tch if she never lets you stay the night ?
a lost cause, never call her back
that b-tch dead weight

she’s an air head, f-ck it though the heads great
i should have gotten signed like four times over
now i walk around with a chip on my shoulder

lamborghini ric’ never find none colder
make my main b-tch leave
let his girl sleep over

[hook: sammie notez]

okay i might just be the illest still alive
i rip flows, make beats part time
pop that p-ssy, pop a pill, do a line
that p-ssy good i can f-ck you all the time

i give my stuck up b-tch rough s-x
i make my out of town hoes throw neck
i keep an out of line b-tch in check
i tell my shortie pop that p-ssy
tripple x, tripple x, tripple x

tripple x, tripple x, tripple x

tripple x, tripple x, tripple x

tripple x, tripple x, tripple x

- sammie notez lyrics

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